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		<title>By: Aubrey</title>
		<link>http://postsecretarchive.com/2008/11/mom-i-love-you/comment-page-1/#comment-11691</link>
		<dc:creator>Aubrey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 19:37:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Tell her! I lost my Daddy five years ago...there isn&#039;t a day that goes by where I don&#039;t think of him, miss him and wish he was here. And you know those days where you just NEED your Mommy? I still have those days where I just NEED my Daddy, and he&#039;s not here. Tell your Mom how much you love her. I wish I could tell my Dad.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tell her! I lost my Daddy five years ago&#8230;there isn&#8217;t a day that goes by where I don&#8217;t think of him, miss him and wish he was here. And you know those days where you just NEED your Mommy? I still have those days where I just NEED my Daddy, and he&#8217;s not here. Tell your Mom how much you love her. I wish I could tell my Dad.</p>
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		<title>By: Skylar</title>
		<link>http://postsecretarchive.com/2008/11/mom-i-love-you/comment-page-1/#comment-10007</link>
		<dc:creator>Skylar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 18:37:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It&#039;s not too late! What are you talking about??</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s not too late! What are you talking about??</p>
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		<title>By: Keith Shannon</title>
		<link>http://postsecretarchive.com/2008/11/mom-i-love-you/comment-page-1/#comment-9608</link>
		<dc:creator>Keith Shannon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 11:12:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My Grandma was in the hospital when I got back from Iraq and they said it looked like she was getting better so I used all my post-deployment leave to do whatever I wanted to and while I was out enjoying my first time off in ten months my Grandma died and I hadn&#039;t seen her in a couple years or even spoken a single word to her in that long. I regret it more than almost anything else and would give up anything to go back and have 30 seconds to say a hello, goodbye, and I love you to her.

Instead because I was told her condition had improved I selfishly used all my time off to see friends. I&#039;ll never get over the guilt from it. I didn&#039;t need anymore guilt. After two Iraq deployments I already had &amp; still do have an enormous amount of survivors guilt for outliving some of my friends and other Marines in my unit. Now I have the guilt of not taking 1 or 2 days out of my 30 days off to see my grandma.

Don&#039;t make the same mistake, say what you want while you can. You NEVER know when it could get ripped away from you even if you have a vice grip on it. Life doesn&#039;t care if you needed just 1 more day, 1 more hour, one more minute, or even one more second to say what you need. A loved one can be there one moment and completely removed from your life in the next millisecond.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My Grandma was in the hospital when I got back from Iraq and they said it looked like she was getting better so I used all my post-deployment leave to do whatever I wanted to and while I was out enjoying my first time off in ten months my Grandma died and I hadn&#8217;t seen her in a couple years or even spoken a single word to her in that long. I regret it more than almost anything else and would give up anything to go back and have 30 seconds to say a hello, goodbye, and I love you to her.</p>
<p>Instead because I was told her condition had improved I selfishly used all my time off to see friends. I&#8217;ll never get over the guilt from it. I didn&#8217;t need anymore guilt. After two Iraq deployments I already had &amp; still do have an enormous amount of survivors guilt for outliving some of my friends and other Marines in my unit. Now I have the guilt of not taking 1 or 2 days out of my 30 days off to see my grandma.</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t make the same mistake, say what you want while you can. You NEVER know when it could get ripped away from you even if you have a vice grip on it. Life doesn&#8217;t care if you needed just 1 more day, 1 more hour, one more minute, or even one more second to say what you need. A loved one can be there one moment and completely removed from your life in the next millisecond.</p>
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		<title>By: R</title>
		<link>http://postsecretarchive.com/2008/11/mom-i-love-you/comment-page-1/#comment-6708</link>
		<dc:creator>R</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 00:07:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>the only regret I have in my life is not going to see my grandmother before she passed away.  we didn&#039;t know she was going to pass, but something inside me told me I needed to go see her, and I didn&#039;t listen.  I regret it every day of my life.

tell her.  I promise you will regret it if you don&#039;t.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the only regret I have in my life is not going to see my grandmother before she passed away.  we didn&#8217;t know she was going to pass, but something inside me told me I needed to go see her, and I didn&#8217;t listen.  I regret it every day of my life.</p>
<p>tell her.  I promise you will regret it if you don&#8217;t.</p>
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		<title>By: JustMe</title>
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		<dc:creator>JustMe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 03:09:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I tried to tell my mother I loved her for the first time since I was 7 the other day...
She&#039;s too far gone, swimming in the bottom of those glass bottles to care...
She hung up on me...
I&#039;m 20...
I have a feeling she&#039;ll be dead before I&#039;m 25, and I can&#039;t do anything about it but walk away...
It&#039;s breaking my heart but I don&#039;t know how to stop it...
If you&#039;ve got the opportunity, please do so...
I hope you find the strength to tell her before it becomes too late... Physically or emotionally...
Both hurt just as much...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I tried to tell my mother I loved her for the first time since I was 7 the other day&#8230;<br />
She&#8217;s too far gone, swimming in the bottom of those glass bottles to care&#8230;<br />
She hung up on me&#8230;<br />
I&#8217;m 20&#8230;<br />
I have a feeling she&#8217;ll be dead before I&#8217;m 25, and I can&#8217;t do anything about it but walk away&#8230;<br />
It&#8217;s breaking my heart but I don&#8217;t know how to stop it&#8230;<br />
If you&#8217;ve got the opportunity, please do so&#8230;<br />
I hope you find the strength to tell her before it becomes too late&#8230; Physically or emotionally&#8230;<br />
Both hurt just as much&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: koyasha</title>
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		<dc:creator>koyasha</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 01:41:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I agree that he had no right to choke her but I think it was his reaction to her hitting him, you know like a &quot;wake up call&quot;. Not that it would justify it or anything but I honestly don&#039;t know how I would react if I my child hit me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I agree that he had no right to choke her but I think it was his reaction to her hitting him, you know like a &#8220;wake up call&#8221;. Not that it would justify it or anything but I honestly don&#8217;t know how I would react if I my child hit me.</p>
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		<title>By: anon</title>
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		<dc:creator>anon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 21:27:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>He had no right to fucking choke you.

Neither did mine. I hope he dies knowing how much I hate him for that.</description>
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<p>Neither did mine. I hope he dies knowing how much I hate him for that.</p>
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		<title>By: Mother</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mother</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 01:29:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I did not tell my pop until i was in my teens. It was all worried and i said it over the phone and i was scared but i just said it. &quot; I Love You&quot; 
He said it back. It was so weird because we never said things like that to one another but i heard my friend say it to her parents so i figured why shouldn&#039;t I? 
Just say it and get it over with. It really isn&#039;t the big deal you are making it into like i thought it was.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I did not tell my pop until i was in my teens. It was all worried and i said it over the phone and i was scared but i just said it. &#8221; I Love You&#8221;<br />
He said it back. It was so weird because we never said things like that to one another but i heard my friend say it to her parents so i figured why shouldn&#8217;t I?<br />
Just say it and get it over with. It really isn&#8217;t the big deal you are making it into like i thought it was.</p>
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		<title>By: rebel</title>
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		<dc:creator>rebel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 01:16:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>for two years I didn&#039;t tell my mother I loved her, because I didn&#039;t want to. I didn&#039;t want to care about anyone because I was always so close to suicide. I attempted 8 times in those two years, but now that I am better I tell her every day. It&#039;s still scary, but it feels good and we&#039;ve never been closer</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>for two years I didn&#8217;t tell my mother I loved her, because I didn&#8217;t want to. I didn&#8217;t want to care about anyone because I was always so close to suicide. I attempted 8 times in those two years, but now that I am better I tell her every day. It&#8217;s still scary, but it feels good and we&#8217;ve never been closer</p>
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		<title>By: ghulab</title>
		<link>http://postsecretarchive.com/2008/11/mom-i-love-you/comment-page-1/#comment-1944</link>
		<dc:creator>ghulab</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 10:32:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>the comment above just made me cry..and you should definitely tell your mother!!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the comment above just made me cry..and you should definitely tell your mother!!!!</p>
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		<title>By: Sarah</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 04:14:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My dad died the summer after I graduated high school. I got kicked out of the house two weeks before he was admitted to ICU. The night I got kicked out we fought and I hit him, and he choked me. I was homeless and stuck it out for 2 weeks before I called my parents and begged them to come get me and that I wouldn&#039;t do drugs anymore or throw up. My mom came and got me and it was then that I learned he was in the ICU and that he had pnuemonia, and combined with his lung cancer, he couldn&#039;t breath. I got to tell him how sorry I was, and we talked and talked. He told me he loved me and he knew I could overcome any obstacles in my way. I got to tell him I loved him. He died three days later. When I think how close I came to having him die remembering me fucked up and fighting with him, it gives me shivers. I found it helped me come to terms with his death faster and easier also. Tell your mom!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dad died the summer after I graduated high school. I got kicked out of the house two weeks before he was admitted to ICU. The night I got kicked out we fought and I hit him, and he choked me. I was homeless and stuck it out for 2 weeks before I called my parents and begged them to come get me and that I wouldn&#8217;t do drugs anymore or throw up. My mom came and got me and it was then that I learned he was in the ICU and that he had pnuemonia, and combined with his lung cancer, he couldn&#8217;t breath. I got to tell him how sorry I was, and we talked and talked. He told me he loved me and he knew I could overcome any obstacles in my way. I got to tell him I loved him. He died three days later. When I think how close I came to having him die remembering me fucked up and fighting with him, it gives me shivers. I found it helped me come to terms with his death faster and easier also. Tell your mom!!</p>
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		<title>By: Eddee Sims</title>
		<link>http://postsecretarchive.com/2008/11/mom-i-love-you/comment-page-1/#comment-1530</link>
		<dc:creator>Eddee Sims</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 01:20:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It&#039;s already too late for me, and i will never go a day where i don&#039;t hate myself.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s already too late for me, and i will never go a day where i don&#8217;t hate myself.</p>
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		<title>By: Me</title>
		<link>http://postsecretarchive.com/2008/11/mom-i-love-you/comment-page-1/#comment-1368</link>
		<dc:creator>Me</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 05:40:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Please do.
My mother died two years ago and I regret it everyday for not saying it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Please do.<br />
My mother died two years ago and I regret it everyday for not saying it.</p>
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		<title>By: ..</title>
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		<dc:creator>..</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 00:42:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>tell her. 
my dad died in june.
please tell her.
its the worst feeling to know you didnt.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>tell her.<br />
my dad died in june.<br />
please tell her.<br />
its the worst feeling to know you didnt.</p>
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